The Weekly Brief

Hello!

I hope everyone is having a good weekend so far. I played for a wedding and a pet service yesterday and I must be honest I was in my element at the pet service. There were so many cute dogs for me to make a fuss of.

Posts this Week

Currently Reading

Just started The Yellow Dog and so much has already happened and I’ve only read 13 pages!

Books Acquired

So many wonderful books to start reading. The Maigret books will help me complete my challenge.

Happy Reading

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September 2021 Wrap Up

Hello!

Another month has been and gone and I must admit September was probably my busiest month so far this year. I’ve started back at school, and taken on another church playing job so I have been quite busy. However, I have got my reading mojo back so I have been doing lots of reading as well and ignoring the housework when I can.

Statistics

Books

Pages: 511

Format Read: Kindle

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Review

Pages: 224

Format Read: Hardback

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Review

Pages: 480

Format Read: Hardback

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Review

Pages: 344

Format Read: Hardback

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Review

Pages: 154

Format Read: Paperback

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Review to follow

47/70 Goodreads Challenge

Still behind on the Goodreads challenge but I am slowly catching up.

Please drop me a comment if you want to chat about any of the books.

Happy Reading

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Friday Poetry: D. H. Lawrence

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has had a good week so far and I hope that everyone has some good weekend plans ahead.

My chosen poem this week is by David Herbert Lawrence (1885-1930) who was an English writer and poet.

Autumn Rain

The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;

the cloud sheaves
in heaven's fields set
droop and are drawn

in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face

falling - I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace

heaven's muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain

of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain

now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible

of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain. 

D. H. Lawrence

Happy Reading